The two from the Zhao Clan both looked pleased. One of them stepped forward and respectfully asked, "Old Ancestor, do you know the whereabouts of Butterfly?"
"Jingyu, don't worry about it. Butterfly's little schemes can't possibly escape my notice," Wang Shouzhe comforted with a kind expression. "It's normal for a child to run away from home after feeling wronged."
"Um, Old Ancestor, I'm Jingling, the mother of Rich," Zhao Jingling said through her tears with a smile. "Since everything is under your control, we can rest assured now, rest assured."
"..."
Wang Shouzhe coughed lightly, looking slightly awkward.
The Zhao twins looked so alike that he couldn't tell them apart with the naked eye. Of course, if he made a special effort to observe them or used his God Sense to carefully distinguish them, he would be able to.
But they were both his great-grandsons' wives, so how could he act so inappropriately as to randomly use his God Sense to probe them?
